Oh gosh, I can totally relate I only had the immense pleasure of attending a Prince concert once. The year was 1984. I was 16 and completely crushing on my sexy Purple Badness! Prince was touring with the Revolution on his Purple Rain Tour that year. I didn't have my own car yet, but my teenage jealous of Prince boyfreind at the time, did. For obvious reasons lol he wasn't interested in attending a Prince concert. However, what he didn't want even more, was the thought of me going to the Island (NY) by myself to a Prince concert. I remember him screaming; "Your NOT going to see that KINKY PURPLE PRICK without me!" It wasn't laughing at his jealous rude rant at the time, but I dealt with it for my mission sake. Another thing I'll also remember, is throwing a bag with a change of clothes out my bedroom window. My very non parental approved "Apollonia-ish" attire was in the bag, for the concert. I had my boyfriend drive me to Dunkin Donuts, totally unaware of my planned quick outfit change before we hit the city. Fast forward to the concert. Lights go out, time for sexy Prince to hit the stage. Just as the show began, I proudly whipped off my cape to reveal my sexy black lacey evening attire. I'll never forgot the look of shock on my boyfriend's face as he screamed gosh knows whatever into my ear, as I watched Prince in excitement and awe as "Lets Go Crazy" filled the electric air. In my eyes, the entire concert experince was nothing less than seek perfection! Prince absolutely CRUSHED it for me that night. Fast forward to concert end. Prince and the Revouation left the stage after the final encore. The lights came on signalling the show was indeed over. I didn't want to leave the concert venue because I feared Prince may return. Of course after a few minutes of watching the crowds continue to exit and the crews at work, I finally accepted Prince had gone on his purple way. It was at that moment, I made a promise to myself. I would never attend another Prince concert again. And as much as my heart would earn to see him giving his all to us on stage in the future, I would resist the purple temptation to purchase tickets for a new show tour. And merely because that evening in 1984, I experinced nothing less than Prince's rain of purple musical erotica. Truly a once in a lifetime occurrence that could never be outdone for me. Not even by the man himself. So with Prince's song on my red stained lips, I took my Purple Rain program and T-shirt and we went left the stadium to journey back home. Fast forward years ahead. On my musical concert journeys, I've been lucky enough to attend tons of amazing concerts of all sorts of musical genres. Not once did I ever regret the purple pack I made to myself in 1984. The reason I was able to keep my promise to myself (truth be told, I almost BROKE once during his superbowl show) was simple. NO band or performer I've witnessed ever came even close to the level of genius or stage presence Prince possess in the natural. By name we call him the Prince, but in my eyes, he was truly the modern age King of music. Fast forward to April 22th, 2016. I'm at work, in the locker room, putting on my clogs, waiting for my shift to start. I recieve a text from the BBC before I place my iphone into the locker. I usually ignore the news updates, but today I did not. The text read; "

BBC REPORTS: Prince Rogers Nelson, singer and superstar, dies aged 57 at Paisley Park.

I was stunned. In complete and utter denial. I said out loud NO. That can't be? I looked up at the ceiling, took a deep cleansing breath and looked again. It read exactly the same. I said aloud, NO. PRINCE NO! My heart folded with deep sadness as the tears fell down my face unto my uniform. After a few moments, I wiped off my tears and sighed. Just before I headed out onto the floor to work, I had a brief memory of a certain purple promise I made to myself one amazing evening in 1984. That promise I made years ago that I never regretted, now turned into a promise I deeply regretted. After all these years as a loyal Prince fan, how could I keep such a promise to reframe attending any of his future concerts? This was absurd. I was ABSURD! And now my Prince is gone to heaven and I'll never have that chance to see him perform "LIVE" giving us his all on stage again! What cruel cruel brokenhearted reality. I took another deep breath. "Let the doves fly and let the purple rain fall." RIP dear sweet Prince, I said. And with that, ready or not, I opened the locker room door, walked out onto the floor to obtain my assignment.

chrispsyaph said:

ME! Missed out on the Piano and a Mic show at the Paramount in Oakland. Sold out in a minute. Saw the announcement for the Oracle soon thereafter. I was like "I'll just catch him next time" [Edited 5/10/16 16:03pm]

That's exactly what I said

ToraToraDreams said:

DarlingKris said:

I'm 26 and I never got to see him so I understand your pain. I feel guilty for not making a attempt to go see him perform when he was in la

I need to be more thankful that I actually DID get to see him.

Strangely, I really can't remember the concert. I just remember that it was good.

I saw Prince live just twice; 23 years apart and on two different continents. I am lucky in that I actually DID get that 'one more time' concert that you mention in your OP. There was something perfect about it - it was in my closest city just 18 miles from my home, and it was on my birthday (May 17th 2014). My wife bought the tickets as a present. He was far better the second time around and I was so happy that night that I had got to see Prince 'one more time.'

I replied to this specific post because of what you said - 'Strangely, I really can't remember the concert. I just remember that it was good.' I've always found that the very best concerts I've been to, I remember just small flashes of moments. I rarely remember more than about half of the playlist, and it's because, for me at least, in the best gigs I get so swept up in the overall feeling of the event that playlist details and such don't register. That last show I saw, I remember his guitar playing was on FIRE that night, and that his voice was crystal clear and amazing. I remember the woman we talked to sitting infront of us, who had terrible problems with social anxiety and large crowds, but had braved it all to come to her first ever live show.... at the age of 40!!!!

I don't remember what he played in what order, and the two and a half hours seemed to fly by in about 10 minutes. Like you, what I DO remember is that it was good.... no great.

Thanks to this place and lucky break that I was nearby I saw him for the last time in 2014 at Sheperds Bush Empire.

Glad for that now!

https://www.yahoo.com/music/video/chaos-disorder-shepherds-bush-empire-141205996.html

Most definetly, worst "Party Poop" moment ever.